You're a bit like Ecstasy
or crack cocaine,
that drug in my system
that numbs all my pain,
that heroin rush,
that sweet, harsh smoked high,
you leave me submerged
beneath tears I can't cry,
so I'll open my vein
and I'll shut off my mind
and I'll steal from my mother
if it might make you mine.
~j~
No comments:
Post a Comment